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badpirattitude) wrote2011-12-30 02:04 pm
badpirattitude) wrote2011-12-30 02:04 pm
Prisonstuck VIII, continued from LJ
[For someone who claimed he didn't need to rest, the Psiioniic has been sleeping for a long time.]
[Dualscar supposes a manic episode like he had earlier could really take it out of a troll, not to mention the fight in the prison the day before, and being a prisoner, and before that on the run, and before that a slave, and everything else running backwards through the Psiioniic's entire miserable life. Besides all that, living with him, Dualscar, can't be easy, even if it's only been a day, and he half-expects the Psiioniic to ask him to be returned to the prison when he wakes up.]
[Dualscar hasn't slept at all, not really. He can doze in a recuperacoon, but to really sleep, he needs to be underwater. There's nothing physically preventing him from sleeping on land, but for the mental tick that forces his gills open an hour into sleep and leaves him gasping painfully for breath a moment later. He knows well enough why that happens, but he pushes it away every time it creeps into the corners of his mind, nibbling at the edges of his sanity like a longtailed squeakbeast. Either way, he's still curled around the Psiioniic, spooning up behind him while he sleeps, and waiting for him to awake.]
[Waiting, and thinking about all they spoke of the day before.]
polariity
[What, go back to a prison and away from this glorious library? Dualscar, please. You underestimate the Psiioniic's utter nerdery.]
[You also underestimate his affection for you, but that's okay. In all honesty, he isn't quite sure of its depths either. A part of him that still has reservations about this whole thing- which is a rather large part- isn't sure he wants to know.]
[As awakening comes to him, he's aware of the presence still at his back. It's comforting to have that again- someone being there. All this time around other trolls has left him with this need for someone, anyone, to be there.]
[Gently, just to show he's awake, he guides one hand down to lay over Dualscar's.]
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[Either that or he underestimates his own appeal. Dualscar knows he's good at blackrom, but anything even faintly red and he's completely lost. He's spent most of the time while the Psiioniic slept convincing himself that he's irreparably screwed up everything.]
[But then the Psiioniic puts his hand over his, and Dualscar makes a soft, surprised sound. Before he can overthink it, he curls his fingers through the Psiioniic's, joining their hands together.]
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[Funny, sounds like every other moment of his life, too.]
[As the slime warms around their fingers, faintly, he wonders what this makes them. He half knows, half doesn't. They've never said anything to one another about it, just awkward steps with neither of them knowing the way.]
You're alright?
[Dualscar supposes a manic episode like he had earlier could really take it out of a troll, not to mention the fight in the prison the day before, and being a prisoner, and before that on the run, and before that a slave, and everything else running backwards through the Psiioniic's entire miserable life. Besides all that, living with him, Dualscar, can't be easy, even if it's only been a day, and he half-expects the Psiioniic to ask him to be returned to the prison when he wakes up.]
[Dualscar hasn't slept at all, not really. He can doze in a recuperacoon, but to really sleep, he needs to be underwater. There's nothing physically preventing him from sleeping on land, but for the mental tick that forces his gills open an hour into sleep and leaves him gasping painfully for breath a moment later. He knows well enough why that happens, but he pushes it away every time it creeps into the corners of his mind, nibbling at the edges of his sanity like a longtailed squeakbeast. Either way, he's still curled around the Psiioniic, spooning up behind him while he sleeps, and waiting for him to awake.]
[Waiting, and thinking about all they spoke of the day before.]
polariity
[What, go back to a prison and away from this glorious library? Dualscar, please. You underestimate the Psiioniic's utter nerdery.]
[You also underestimate his affection for you, but that's okay. In all honesty, he isn't quite sure of its depths either. A part of him that still has reservations about this whole thing- which is a rather large part- isn't sure he wants to know.]
[As awakening comes to him, he's aware of the presence still at his back. It's comforting to have that again- someone being there. All this time around other trolls has left him with this need for someone, anyone, to be there.]
[Gently, just to show he's awake, he guides one hand down to lay over Dualscar's.]
badpirattitude
[Either that or he underestimates his own appeal. Dualscar knows he's good at blackrom, but anything even faintly red and he's completely lost. He's spent most of the time while the Psiioniic slept convincing himself that he's irreparably screwed up everything.]
[But then the Psiioniic puts his hand over his, and Dualscar makes a soft, surprised sound. Before he can overthink it, he curls his fingers through the Psiioniic's, joining their hands together.]
polariity
[Funny, sounds like every other moment of his life, too.]
[As the slime warms around their fingers, faintly, he wonders what this makes them. He half knows, half doesn't. They've never said anything to one another about it, just awkward steps with neither of them knowing the way.]
You're alright?
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[The tea is ignored for the moment as he goes about peeling yet another orange. There's already a disconcertingly large pile gathering at his feet. Once it's gone and he's picked at it, it's devoured almost whole, juice leaking down his hands and fingers. Popping them into his mouth, he glances up at Dualscar carefully.]
...You'll have to get uthed to it. I can be... really bad thometimeth. Like when I panicked in your room.
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Wweren't the first troll to panic about being in a bedroom wwith me.
[He stares into the depths of his teacup, like he's trying to read the tea leaves and have them tell him his future. When he speaks, his voice is low and hesitant.]
Some things... I can't say or talk about. You'll have to accept that and not push me on it.
[Almost without his knowledge, his fins start moving and swiveling, repeating I'm sorry over and over again.]
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It wathn't about you. Don't try and pull the thpotlight onto you again. I wath panicking becauthe of everything elthe.
[The Psiioniic begins to tear through the discarded orange slices, making them nothing more than shreds. He only stops when the drone hopefully offers up another fruit.]
...That ithn't going to tholve anything.
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If you don't wwant to be here, I can arrange to have you sent somewwhere else. I'll see that you're wwell cared for and left alone... if that's wwhat you'd prefer.
[That could be seen as a threat, except for how tired and dejected Dualscar sounds when he says it.]
... I don't knoww wwhat you're trying to solve, wwhat you think you can fix. You're about sixty-six swweeps too late, anywway.
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[Anywhere he wants, no one to bug him...]
[There's a clink as he sets it back down again. His answer requires a lot of thought and careful consideration. It isn't something he can just say carelessly.]
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You fucking enormouth retarded athole of a troll, I can't believe you!
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[Dualscar gets his hands up to block the sudden deluge of orange peels.]
Wwhat the fuck is your problem?!
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My problem ith that you're an idiot! Two, three hourth ago, I wath trying to thuck your bulge like I had a fatal ditheathe and the only cure in the univethe wath your genetic material! And you're acting like I'm in a hurry to leave! I almotht didn't know if I wanted to kith you or drown you in orangeth!
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Wwell maybe if you wweren't actin' all fuckin' crazy and talkin' about love and shit, I wwould've let you!
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[He makes an aggravated deer noise again and snags half of a peeled orange to stuff into his mouth, not letting up on his assault.]
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[Welp. Yeah, he definitely just shouted that, didn't he? Coddammit! Dualscar starts making aggravated whale noises, deep in his throat, and pulls his cape up over his head to block the orange peels.]
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Well you're going to learn!! I don't care how many timeth I have to thove my tongue down your protein chute for it to think in!
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Is this supposed to be fuckin' romantic, then?!
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Yeah, didn't you know! Height of wooing idiotic theadwellerth like yourthelf!
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[Orange peels sure are flying fast and furious in here, although it's slowly beginning to dawn on Dualscar how ridiculous this is; he has a naked troll in his kitchen, throwing orange peels at him and yelling about how he doesn't know anything about romance. The vicious sneer starts to fade from his face, and the rumbling, agitated whale noises are starting to be replaced by hitching sounds that are almost laughter.]
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Thut up!
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All right, all right, I surrender!
[Dualscar holds his hands up in defeat, laughing openly now.]
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You're a prick.
[And he has a nice laugh. Not that Psii will say it.]
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[Dualscar grins at him, all sparkling good humor now. Well done, Psiioniic, you've managed to shift him back towards happy again.]
And you should probably put some clothes on before you catch a cold.
[Dualscar laughs one last time, then snaps his fingers at the kitchen drone, which has been hovering in the corner. He points to the fallen peels, and the drone gets to work, cleaning them up.]
You knoww, if you wwant, wwe could probably get you something wwith your sign on it, or something yelloww at the very least. Wwould you like that?
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[Now he's just being difficult to be difficult, crossing his arms and still yellow as a lemon. His ears twitch slight as Dualscar speaks. The indignant look on his face lessens up at the mention of his sign and idly he rubs his hand over his chest.]
...Yeah. That'd be nithe.
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[He glances at the Psiioniic up and down, then grins, rubbing at his face tiredly.]
You'll be the death of me yet, Psii.
[Dualscar turns then, and starts leaving the kitchen.]
I'm going dowwn to my quarters to get some sleep. I trust you can find your wway back to the library on your owwn?
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Yeah... I can do that.
[Finally making up his mind, he starts to walk after him.]
Hold on. You forgot thomething.
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Yeah? Wwhat's that?
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[Coming to a stop besides Dualscar, the Psiioniic lays a hand on his shoulder and leans in close, kissing the seadweller sweetly at the area where his jawline and fin meet.]
Good day, 22.
[Than he slips past him, chittering at his drone to follow him to the library.]
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